With that said, still feeling cocky and looking forward to posting a picture of that Corona on Cinco de Mayo, 2017. May enjoy a green beer in addition to my green smoothie in the meantime, but looking forward to how sweet that victory beer will taste.

Like this:

Years, (YEARS) ago, I worked as a counselor for a nutrition program designed for gyms. Gym members had the opportunity of joining the nutrition program, which of course would benefit their overall goals. One thing that has always stuck out from that period of my life is that during Thanksgiving, many of the members were of course nervous to ‘fall off the wagon’ on Thanksgiving. This program was based on real food, percentages of protein/carbs/fats so that you could eat pretty much any food, it was not restrictive. Many people talked about fasting until they sat down at the table for the big dinner. My focus that I remember telling people was that they still needed to eat their meals during Thanksgiving day, maybe smaller than usual, then you aren’t like a shark once you sit down at the table, and just get back on the horse the next day.

I learned a lot about fitness and health through that program, but even more importantly, I met a life long friend. Needless to say, we were in our early 20’s, and although worked out A LOT, and ate according to the program most of the time, we were caught by gym members across the street at the Mexican Food restaurant putting away super burritos and chips and salsa a few times. And we were recognized a few times out and about on a Friday or Saturday night, after a beer or two. But hey, we were in our 20’s, we made good choices most of the time. 🙂

Fast forward to now. I can’t put away multiple super burritos a week, nor go out drinking without it catching up to me real quick. Thanksgiving falls on a Thursday, that’s one of my two early morning workout days at the gym with a dear friend. So, I’ll be there. Half asleep as I arrive, then feeling good as I leave.

Now, I don’t want to give anyone the impression that I’m some crazy fitness person. My personal motto is ‘Run to Eat’, exercising it forward so I can enjoy eating. The only person that thinks I’m bad ass is me when a good song comes on and I may kick the treadmill up a couple of notches.

My son did a bunch of push ups the other night and then said ‘How many do you think you can do mom?’ I said 15. And then of course had to do them. I did them, and he then imitated my push ups showing I lowered my body by about 1 inch each push up I did. Whatever, they count.